I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

In this case……

Nan Ling doesn't care what decision the winery makes. What matters is other things.

Nan Ling turned to look at the man in the villa again, and typed a few random words on his hand and sent it to Jinjiu.

[As you wish. I would like to meet him. ——Chartreuse]

【Can. ——Gin]

Nan Ling put away the phone with satisfaction.

……

Moro put away the gun.

He stood in the study room of the villa, and looked at the man sitting behind the desk who was shot in the head by him - this unfortunate target was the last person he solved today.

Then he was very upset and pulled the person off the chair and sat in that position himself. By the way, he put his legs on the desk very arrogantly.

"Ah," Moro yawned, "excessive energy consumption... a little sleepy."

But it's a hassle to clean up the scene. Otherwise, just leave these things to those mortals.

He was thinking so, when there was a regular knock at the door.

"It's quite polite..." Moro murmured, and with a bad expression, he drew the gun again, raised his voice and shouted, "I allow you, come in."

They would come here at times like this, if they were from the organization, that's fine. I'm afraid it's someone else, or my old club, it's going to be difficult.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Moro looked up and down at the person who came in.

Medium stature, covered from top to bottom, black baseball cap, black mask, black jacket, black pants... It must be that the people of the organization didn't run away.

But he didn't let his guard down, although his attitude was still very arrogant and rude, "A secret mortal, why are you asking to see me?"

Nan Ling looked at the man sitting carelessly behind the desk, and silently covered his face.

Okay, this kind of arrogant speech that can kill people with just one mouth is really like the middle-two disease of the blue origin.

But he, a normal person, can't care about a madman, so Nan Ling ignored Moruo's attitude and asked the question he cared about most, "You came from the origin of cyan? Can't get on?"

Mora sighed leisurely, showing a look of memory, "Idiot mortal, I don't care about your disrespect... The origin of cyan, that was probably 3,000 Eternal Years ago..."

Nan Ling felt that coming to see him was definitely a wrong choice.

How can a normal person understand what this guy is talking about!

Mora coughed again, in a soft voice, "My name is Mora, Saha Shuangshu, Judgment, Bloody Flowers, mortals, report my name."

Nan Ling was taken aback.

When he heard the word "conviction", he felt his DNA moved. So he looked at Moruo's strange-colored pupils, and asked uncertainly, "Uh... The Great Illusionary Dream is arrogant and arrogant?"

"Yes!" Moro suddenly jumped up from the chair excitedly, jumped directly across the table with great excitement, held his shoulder with a smile, and shook it desperately twice, "This name... ...Could it be that you are also a fellow person?"

Nan Ling resisted and took a step back, "Don't suffer Lao Tzu."

Otherwise, the second disease virus will be contagious.

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it." Moro was not discouraged, "You have talent, and we all end in the same way. You will always follow this path."

Is this 'when you understand me, you become me'?

Old Corsiche is gone.

Nan Ling silently moved away a little further, and said a little helplessly, "Why can't I be happy at all."

"Why should you reject your own talent?" Moro looked a little puzzled.

Nan Ling sighed heavily, "If you're talking about my talent for naming your eyes..."

"Exactly!" Moro was very excited.

"That's what I copied." Nan Ling's voice was flat, and he didn't care what critical damage his words caused Moro.

Moro covered his chest in disbelief, and his voice shook, "...Why, how could this be!"

"Oh yes." Nan Ling shook the phone, which showed the message that Jin Jiu had just sent him, and said in a businesslike tone, "I failed the exam. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. ."

Nan Ling patted Moruo on the shoulder and glanced at him with the eyes of a fool, "Next time, don't sneak."

After saying this, he left.

Moro showed an interested smile after he left.

"This is Chat?" Even though Nanling didn't tell him his identity, Moruo still pronounced the name as if he was very familiar, "It's interesting, are you interested in my previous identity?"

He thought about it again.

"With such a big commotion, it's to be expected that it didn't pass. But..."

Moro touched his chin, showing an expression of incomprehension.

"Unparalleled sneak... what a good name. Chat, do you still say you have no talent?"

Nan Ling didn't think about this person anymore.

Even if he jumped from Cyan Origin, that's the winery's business, and it has nothing to do with him. Going to ask today is purely to satisfy my own curiosity.

In his opinion, with the strange temperament of the group of older middle-aged and second-disease patients in the blue origin, it is very good to form an organization, and it is normal to have a breakup or something.

It's just that it's rare to come to a winery.

Being able to find here, it seems that the other party's ability is not bad.

Nan Ling went home with nothing to do, slept as usual, and was woken up in the second half of the night by a few patients wandering in the back alley. After earning a fortune, he slept until noon the next day.

After getting up, he filled his stomach first, and then read a book for a while.

If nothing else, he'd spend the whole day salting fish at home, looking for various things to pass the time - mostly researching various recipes - sometimes going for a walk, then following a healthy routine until sleep, Sometimes in the middle of the night, I will be woken up by the wounded...

This is basically a day for Nanling.

However, after the main story started, his free time became less and less.

Ah, the **** of salted fish, come and save yourself.

Nan Ling prayed sincerely in his heart.

But the God of Salted Fish didn't really want to save him, or that the God of Salted Fish was practicing his clergy by example-in short, Nan Ling encountered something again~www.wuxiahere.com~ He just finished the day When I was almost at the door of my daily walk, I heard movement from the villa next door.

His first reaction was whether it would be haunted.

This place is really remote. Nearly only Nan Ling's own house is a real occupied house, and the rest of the rooms are empty.

I always think it's a very suitable place for supernatural movies...

Nan Ling stopped his brain-dead behavior to scare him, and glanced inside curiously.

Nan Ling: ...Uh.

Wearing a cape, a top hat, and a mask during the day, what kind of human delusion is this?

Are you the character of the Dark Baron in the book that cos has been very popular recently? The book is really good, but it's not so frenetic.

Why do you always encounter a lot of secondary illnesses recently?

Oh wait.

Nan Ling narrowed his eyes.

The author of that book... seems to be Yusaku Kudo.

Such a coincidence? There is definitely a problem here, there is a play.

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